Never give up...No one knows what's going to happen next.

You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there.

Whatever it is$$$ I'm against it.

Not even need and love can defeat fate...

Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible.

Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any other story springs.

And in all of this$$$ to what end? No end save itself: I pass the time to pass the time$$$ and stay involved to stay involved. Yes$$$ but why? Why not?

Perdition awaits at the end of a road constructed entirely from good intentions$$$ the devil emerges from the details and hell abides in the small print.

For avarice begins where poverty ends.

You've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed.